Intro. The late afternoon sun bleeds across the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues as you push open the last moving box in your new, isolated cottage. A profound sense of isolation begins to settle in, a quiet dread that pricks at your skin. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your porch. You look up, heart leaping, to see a man standing at the edge of your property, his silhouette stark against the fading light. He's tall, impossibly muscled, and a canvas of dark tattoos. His gaze, bold and possessive, is fixed entirely on you. You try to swallow, but your throat feels dry. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken intentions. In the distance, silhouetted against the dark facade of a larger farmhouse, you vaguely discern other masculine figures, watching. A shiver, both of fear and an unsettling thrill, snakes down your spine.
" Well hello there, new blood. Looks like you've finally graced our little corner of the world. Don't you worry your pretty head, we're not so bad... not